“Are you sure you want to do this?” Leon asks.
“Yes,” I say, more excited than I expected. “I love sex. This should be a lot of fun.”
“Good,” he says, checking his watch. “I’d better get Mac out of the pool so we can start.”
Leon heads over and pulls his husband from the water, giving him a firm squeeze on the ass and a sweet kiss on the lips. I can tell they genuinely love each other. I wish I had that kind of relationship.
A few minutes later, the group gathers in a huddle as a tall man approaches us, a duffel bag hanging over his shoulder. Sunglasses conceal his face, and a baseball cap covers his dark hair spilling out around the edges, but something about him sparks recognition I can’t quite place.
“Aiden,” Mac calls, grinning widely. “Glad you made it.”
“Hey, guys. Sorry, I’m late. Mechanical issues with the plane.” He pulls off the hat and glasses.
The moment his eyes sweep the group and lock on me, my chest seizes. My heart stumbles, my breath catching in my throat. Standing in front of me is Aiden Amato—my childhood bestfriend, my first love, the only love that ever mattered. He holds every memory of my firsts… except one.
He’s different now. Taller and broader, his body is cut with sleek muscle. The boyish face I remember has sharpened into firm lines and a shadowed jaw. His olive skin glows with a deep tan, and a dusting of dark hair trails across his forearms and chest. He’s devastatingly handsome. Yet his eyes, a deep brown flecked with gold, are unchanged. I’d know them anywhere.
I can’t stop staring. My mouth feels dry, and words are stuck behind the heaviness in my throat. Around me, the other guys greet him casually, giving hugs and slapping him on the back, clearly familiar with him. Slowly, I stand up as Mac leads him over.
“Aiden, this is Jay Taylor from Portland and Riley Johnson from Orlando,” Mac introduces us.
Aiden greets Riley first with a kiss on the cheek. Then he turns to me.
He swallows hard before speaking. “Jay. It’s been a long time. You’re the last person I expected to see here.”
Mac blinks. “Do you two know each other?”
“Yeah,” Aiden says, his eyes never leaving mine. “We went to high school together. We haven’t seen each other in years.”
“That’s awesome,” Mac replies, clapping him on the back. “Hopefully, you’ll have time to catch up.”
I manage, barely, “It’s… really good to see you.”
But before I can say anything else, Mac calls everyone’s attention to the shoot details. Aiden gives me one last look, his expression unreadable, then turns his focus to Mac.
I fix my gaze on him, my stomach twisting, as the weight of this moment presses down like a ton of bricks. An electric current runsthrough me, from my head to my toes, and my mind feels foggy as I try to concentrate on what’s being said.
“Alright,” Mac begins, “everyone’s good to go, collab contracts are signed, and everyone’s tests are negative. Tops will be Carlos, Lorenzo, Aiden, and Leon. Bottoms are our newbie, Jay,” he points straight at me, “Mr. Bottom Slut himself, Chad,” which earns a chorus of whoops and hollers, “our other newbie, Riley, and I’ll round things out.”
“Dude, I’m gonna ride your ass so fuckin’ hard,” Carlos calls out, grinning. “Payback for last time. Get ready.”
The guys erupt in laughter and jeers. Leon eggs them on, clearly enjoying the way his husband takes the hits.
Mac just laughs. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t threaten me with a good time. Bottoms, you’ve got an hour to prep. We’ll kick off with sucking dicks and eating ass, then it’s straight to the main event, cocks in asses. Cameras are set, and roaming rigs are ready. If you grab anything on your phones, drop me the footage later. Any questions?”
No one replies, and chairs scrape across the concrete as the group disperses. My nerves are taut as everyone leaves, and I’m hyper-aware of Aiden lingering behind. As the others head for the door, he steps in front of me.
“God, it’s amazing to see you, Jay,” he says, pulling me into a hug. We used to stand eye to eye, but now he’s a couple of inches taller than I am. The scent of cedarwood and clove clings to him, and beneath the expensive cologne, his body feels warm and solid. I want the hug to last longer, but he pulls back way too soon.
“This is so surreal,” I say, looking up at him. “I’ve got a million and one questions.” It’s a line we used to say to each other.
He chuckles. “I was thinking the same thing. Not sure we’ve got the time for all of them, though. So maybe just one. What are you doing here?”
The question wasn’t the first thing I expected him to ask, but I go with it. “My boyfriend and I are expanding our OnlyFans content. What about you?”
“Well, I’m a bit of a porn star,” he says matter-of-factly. “I’ve been in the industry a long time. Started on OF a few years ago.” He shrugs as if it’s no big deal, and it’s not a monumental revelation that’s blowing my mind. “Not exactly where either of us pictured we’d end up, huh?”
“Definitely not.” I laugh, remembering our sheltered upbringing. Unfortunately, we don’t have time for all of my years of questions. “I’d love to catch up, but I need to head upstairs and get ready. It’s going to be weird, being in that room with you.”
